The Evil Sword of Nirvana trembled slightly, very happily.

There has never been a moment when I could swallow life so freely. The vast amount of life is like a vast ocean. It feels inexhaustible and can be absorbed no matter what it is.

Threads of silver-gray threads grew on the body of the Evil Sword of Annihilation, slowly swimming around like a spiritual snake.

Chen Zong and Chen Xiu both stared at the Evil Sword of Annihilation, as if they wanted to see through it. Both of them could see that the Evil Sword of Annihilation was undergoing some kind of change.

Perhaps, this time, he will draw enough vitality to restore his own strength, wake up, and let Chen Zong know the true origin of the Evil Sword of Annihilation and so on.

At least if you know its origin, you won't be so confused.

Withering spreads like a virus, from the outside to the inside.

One mile!

Ten miles!

Hundreds of miles!
Chapter completed!